| APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding | |
| Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing | |
| Memory and desire, stirring | |
| Dull roots with spring rain. (Excerpt from The Waster Land: T.S. Eliot) |
the songs in which we sing.
Will we always be alone?
This is an sinful world I have brought my son into.
I see it the dark faces that stare down on to me.
For men living alone (perhaps in a lighthouse far away)...
maybe that is the best way to live.
This is an sinful world I have brought my son into.
I see it the dark faces that stare down on to me.
For men living alone (perhaps in a lighthouse far away)...
maybe that is the best way to live.
I know about children. Or, at least, I am willing to learn more about them.
ReplyDeleteSpend time with them, and the older one's I admire and feel so strongly towards.
These dark thoughts and fears and details that make up your life; Miss Almond, I know them. I know them well. Just in different shapes and forms.
You are not alone. Ever.